I am seasonal offers,
something for the moment,
something to try.
An exotic flavour which burns inside.
Tag: emotional honesty
Steam Power – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)
Memories frayed
around their edges.
Experiences, intangible,
like melted snow.
Inward Gaze – Written Friday 27th June 2025 (Aged 50)
It has a theatre,
but a one-person show.
It tracks identity
with the passion others take home.
The Boy Was Not As Mad As They Made Out – Written Monday 23rd June 2025 (Aged 50)
In the end,
the boy was not as mad
or as senseless
as everyone else.
People Can Easily See In – Written Thursday 19th June 2025 (Aged 50)
The shyness is never far,
but really it’s not shyness —
it’s actually a desire for privacy.
And those two are very, very different.
Belt – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)
There I am,
wrestling with the self,
watching memories
slide along the belt.
The Gown – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)
Either way, to me,
they’d always had sadness in their face.
But they are now proud.
Still, I see them in their gown.
Mantra – Written Tuesday 10th June 2025 (Aged 50)
That was a phrase that we used when we were young.
But does getting better remain a mantra?
Because, after all, the days are not so young.
My Memories Are a Museum Now – Written Thursday 5th June 2025 (Aged 50)
My memories are a museum now.
I am looking at exhibits — artefacts of the past.
Sometimes there is an air of regret, sometimes joy.
My memories are a museum now.
This Journey – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)
This career has been harder than it should have ever been, or needed to.
This life has been harder than I thought it would ever be.
I married her once, and then it went away.
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 